Scout Regiment Novels & Stories

And worse, he knew exactly where our defenses were weakest. With the warriors gathering, I shifted my focus back to the scout. “Tell me everything,” I demanded. “What did you see?” “They’re not like the usual rogues,” the scout said quickly. “They’re moving in groups, coordinated. It’s almost like they’re a trained force. They’re targeting key posts along the northern border, systematically wiping them out.”

“Thank you. Join the ranks. My commanders will assign you to regiments.” The old wolf looked like he wanted to cry with relief. “Troy,” Quinn said in my head. “Ida tells me they’re coming up from the right side. She can see Fionn and the princes.” “Thanks.” “And there are more circling around to come up from the lake.” My stomach twisted into excited knots. Much as I despised the war, I was like every other wolf, and I enjoyed a good battle. My scouts returned with similar information, but informed me that there was also a sizable regiment coming up from behind. “How many?” I asked.

A scout swooped down from the cliffs above, panic evident in his voice. “They’re here,” he gasped. “The Hunters — they’re marching under Thorne’s banner!” A murmur spread through the troops, the tension breaking into low growls. I urged my horse forward, my voice cutting through the chaos like thunder. “Form ranks! Shields to the front!” The soldiers moved as one, decades of discipline taking over. Lyrein rode up beside me, his amber eyes fierce, his sword glinting in the dim light. “They’ve got numbers,” he muttered. “And something else… something dark.”